between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Al calor de una guitarra by Mara Romero Torres
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- Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep by William Shakespeare
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Happiness poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Гумилев – Куранты любви
- Sonet 48 by William Alexander
- Grass is a taut crew; poem – Amy Michelle Mosier poems | Poems and Poetry
- Succeeding Sentiments.
- Константин Бальмонт – На мотив экклезиаста
- At Tynemouth Priory by William Lisle Bowles
- The Taste of Morning by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- An Epistle to A Friend
- The Beacon Fires
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
